The strangest place you've ever...

I had sex on a pool table once. It wasn't particularly thrilling, especially when my elbow kept slipping into the left corner pocket and my ass got a rash from the felt top. Sex at the kitchen sink wasn't exactly exhilarating either because the damn faucet kept trying to give me a rim job. Truth be told, I prefer missionary in a big ol' California King. Does that make me a bore? I understand the excitement of having your letter published in Hustler, but am I missing something?